(cover your ears)
I’M GONNA BE A GRANDMA!!!!!!! A Grandmother. An Abuela. An Oma.
I am, indeed. beaming smile
My sweet Meghann and her lovely husband are going have a baby at the end of August/early September 2011. I can hardly catch my breath I’m so excited. I’ve known since Christmas Day, but was sworn to (outloud) secrecy until 12 weeks gestation. She and her husband heard the baby’s heartbeat last week; I’m still waiting to hear it myself. wink
I can hear the main question: Is she having a homebirth? The answer is: Unlikely. Her choice; mama supports her decisions 100%... probably because her mother knows she’ll be making informed decisions! She and I researched and found a great group of certified nurse midwives and they’ve been wonderful with her already. Discouraging ultrasounds and taking vitamins in pill form (except for D and folic acid of course) and offering great ideas for keeping that genetic albatross, diabetes, from affecting her or the baby. Meghann did tell the CNM her mama was a homebirth midwife and she didn’t gag or roll her eyes, so that bodes well, right?
The next most common question is: Will you be at her birth? If she wants me to, absolutely. Meghann’s the most modest of all the kids, so it wouldn’t shock me if she excused the room, leaving just her husband and the midwife. I hope to be there, and she’s already laid out the rule that I am not the midwife, not the doula, but I am the grandmother. Nothing else.
Grandmother. Doesn’t that sound exquisite!? In a year that has me turning half-a-century old, there can be no greater gift for the second half of my life… sitting back and watching one of my own children walk the path of motherhood. It was motherhood that changed my own life. In fact, it was Meghann’s (UC) birth that put me on the path to midwifery in the first place. Wasn’t she just lying warm and wet in my arms? By the end of this year, my sweet second child, first daughter, will have held her own brand new baby in her arms, put him or her to her breast… and I will watch adoringly, tears streaming down my face (just like they are now) and I will beam with pride at all she has become.
That baby is so, so lucky to have the parents s/he’s going to have. But, s/he’s also way lucky to have me for a Nana! Let me tell you, I’m gonna be one fun grandma.